"O no; it is one of the richest countries in the world, producing all kinds of grain, with n.o.ble rivers intersecting it, and in some parts covered with stately forests. In the winter, which is rather long, there is a good deal of ice and snow, it is true, but in the summer the weather is warmer than here."
"And are there any towns and cities in Russia, sir, as there are in Britain?" said the old man, who had resigned his seat in the chimney-corner to me; "I suppose not, or, if there be, nothing equal to Hereford or Bristol, in both of which I have been."
"O yes," said I, "there are plenty of towns and cities. The two princ.i.p.al ones are Moscow and Saint Petersburg, both of which are capitals. Moscow is a fine old city, far up the country, and was the original seat of empire. In it there is a wonderful building called the Kremlin, situated on a hill. It is partly palace, partly temple, and partly fortress. In one of its halls are I don"t know how many crowns, taken from various kings, whom the Russians have conquered. But the most remarkable thing in the Kremlin is a huge bell in a cellar or cave, close by one of the churches; it is twelve feet high, and the sound it gives when struck with an iron bar, for there are no clappers to Russian bells, is so loud that the common Russians say it can be heard over the empire.
The other city, Saint Petersburg, where the court generally reside, is a modern and very fine city; so fine indeed, that I have no hesitation in saying that neither Bristol nor Hereford is worthy to be named in the same day with it. Many of the streets are miles in length and straight as an arrow. The Nefsky Prospect, as it is called, a street which runs from the grand square, where stands the Emperor"s palace, to the monastery of Saint Alexander Nefsky, is nearly three miles in length and is full of n.o.ble shops and houses. The Neva, a river twice as broad and twice as deep as the Thames, and whose waters are clear as crystal, runs through the town, having on each side of it a superb quay, fenced with granite, which affords one of the most delightful walks imaginable. If I had my choice of all the cities of the world to live in, I would chose Saint Petersburg."
"And did you ever see the Emperor?" said the rough fellow, whom I have more than once mentioned, "did you ever see the Emperor Nicholas?"
"O yes; I have seen him frequently."
"Well, what kind of a man is he? we should like to know."
"A man of colossal stature, with a fine, n.o.ble, but rather stern and severe aspect. I think I now see him, with his grey cloak, c.o.c.ked hat, and white waving plumes, striding down the Nefsky Prospect, and towering by a whole head over other people."
"Bravo! Did you ever see him at the head of his soldiers?"
"O yes! I have seen the Emperor review forty thousand of his chosen troops in the Champs de Mars, and a famous sight it was. There stood the great, proud man looking at his warriors as they manuvred before him.
Two-thirds of them were cavalry, and each horseman was mounted on a beautiful blood charger of Cossack or English breed, and arrayed in a superb uniform. The blaze, glitter and glory were too much for my eyes, and I was frequently obliged to turn them away. The scene upon the whole put me in mind of an immense field of tulips of various dyes, for the colours of the dresses, of the banners and the plumes, were as gorgeous and manifold as the hues of those queenly flowers."
"Bravo!" said twenty voices; "the gentleman speaks like an areithiwr.
Have you been in other countries besides Russia?"
"O yes! I have been in Turkey, the people of which are not Christians, but frequently put Christians to shame by their good faith and honesty.
I have been in the land of the Maugrabins, or Moors-a people who live on a savoury dish, called couscousoo, and have the gloomiest faces and the most ferocious hearts under heaven. I have been in Italy, whose people, though the most clever in the world, are the most unhappy, owing to the tyranny of a being called the Pope, who, when I saw him, appeared to be under the influence of strong drink. I have been in Portugal, the people of which supply the whole world with wine, and drink only water themselves. I have been in Spain, a very fine country, the people of which are never so happy as when paying other folks" reckonings. I have been-but the wind is blowing wildly without, and the rain pelting against the windows;-this is a capital night for a ghost story: shall I tell you a ghost story which I learnt in Spain?"
"Yes, sir, pray do; we all love ghost stories. Do tell us the ghost story of Spain."
Thereupon I told the company Lope de Vega"s ghost story, which is decidedly the best ghost story in the world.
Long and loud was the applause which followed the conclusion of the grand ghost story of the world, in the midst of which I got up, bade the company good night, and made my exit. Shortly afterwards I desired to be shown to my sleeping apartment. It was a very small room upstairs, in the back part of the house; and I make no doubt was the chamber of the two poor girls, the landlady"s daughters, as I saw various articles of female attire lying about. The spirit of knight-errantry within me was not, however, sufficiently strong to prevent me from taking possession of the female dormitory; so, forthwith divesting myself of every portion of my habiliments, which were steaming like a boiling tea-kettle, I got into bed between the blankets, and in a minute was fast in the arms of Morpheus.
CHAPTER C
Morning-A Cheerless Scene-The Carter-Ode to Glamorgan-Startling Halloo-One-sided Liberty-Clerical Profession-De Courcy-Love of the Drop-Independent Spirit-Another People.
I slept soundly through the night. At about eight o"clock on the following morning I got up and looked out of the window of my room, which fronted the north. A strange scene presented itself: a roaring brook was foaming along towards the west, just under the window. Immediately beyond it was a bank, not of green turf, grey rock, or brown mould, but of coal rubbish, c.o.ke and cinders; on the top of this bank was a fellow performing some dirty office or other, with a spade and barrow; beyond him, on the side of a hill, was a tramway, up which a horse was straining, drawing a load of something towards the north-west. Beyond the tramway was a grove of yellow-looking firs; beyond the grove a range of white houses with blue roofs, occupied, I supposed, by miners and their families; and beyond these I caught a sight of the mountain on the top of which I had been the night before, only a partial one, however, as large ma.s.ses of mist were still hanging about it. The morning was moist and dripping, and nothing could look more cheerless and uncomfortable than the entire scene.
I put on my things, which were still not half dry, and went down into the little parlour, where I found an excellent fire awaiting me, and a table spread for breakfast. The breakfast was delicious, consisting of excellent tea, b.u.t.tered toast and Glamorgan sausages, which I really think are not a whit inferior to those of Epping. After breakfast I went into the kitchen, which was now only occupied by two or three people.
Seeing a large brush on a dresser, I took it up, and was about to brush my nether habiliments, which were terribly bespattered with half-dried mire. Before, however, I could begin, up started one of the men, a wild shock-headed fellow dressed like a carter, in rough blue frieze coat, yellow broad corduroy trowsers, grey woollen stockings and highlows, and s.n.a.t.c.hing the brush out of my hand, fell to brushing me most vigorously, purring and blowing all the time in a most tremendous manner. I did not refuse his services, but let him go on, and to reward him, as I thought, spoke kindly to him, asking him various questions. "Are you a carter?"
said I. No answer. "One of Twm O"r Nant"s people?" No answer. "Famous fellow that Twm O"r Nant, wasn"t he? Did you ever hear how he got the great tree in at Carmarthen Gate? What is wood per foot at present?
Whom do you cart for? Or are you your own master? If so, how many horses do you keep?"
To not one of these questions, nor to a dozen others which I put, both in English and Welsh, did my friend with the brush return any verbal answer, though I could occasionally hear a kind of stifled giggle proceeding from him. Having at length thoroughly brushed not only my clothes, but my boots and my hat, which last article he took from my head, and placed on again very dexterously, after brushing it, he put the brush down on the dresser, and then advancing to me made me a bow, and waving his forefinger backwards and forwards before my face, he said, with a broad grin: "Nice gentleman-will do anything for him but answer questions, and let him hear my discourse. Love to listen to his pleasant stories of foreign lands, ghosts and tylwith teg; but before him deem it wise to be mum, quite mum. Know what he comes about. Wants to hear discourse of poor man, that he may learn from it poor man"s little ways and invirmities, and mark them down in one small, little book to serve for fun to Lord Palmerston and the other great gentlefolks in London. Nice man, civil man, I don"t deny; and clebber man too, for he knows Welsh, and has been everywhere-but fox-old fox-lives at Plas y Cadno." {570}
Having been informed that there was a considerable iron foundry close by, I thought it would be worth my while to go and see it. I entered the premises, and was standing and looking round, when a man with the appearance of a respectable mechanic came up and offered to show me over the place. I gladly accepted his offer, and he showed me all about the iron-foundry. I saw a large steam-engine at full play, terrible furnaces, and immense heaps of burning, crackling cinders, and a fiery stream of molten metal rolling along. After seeing what there was to be seen, I offered a piece of silver to my kind conductor, which he at once refused. On my asking him, however, to go to the inn and have a friendly gla.s.s, he smiled, and said he had no objection. So we went to the inn, and had two friendly gla.s.ses of whiskey-and-water together, and also some discourse. I asked him if there were any English employed on the premises. "None," said he, "nor Irish either; we are all Welsh." Though he was a Welshman, his name was a very common English one.
After paying the reckoning, which only amounted to three and sixpence, I departed for Swansea, distant about thirteen miles. Gutter Vawr consists of one street, extending for some little way along the Swansea road, the foundry, and a number of huts and houses scattered here and there. The population is composed almost entirely of miners, the workers at the foundry, and their families. For the first two or three miles the country through which I pa.s.sed did not at all prepossess me in favour of Glamorganshire: it consisted of low, sullen, peaty hills. Subsequently, however, it improved rapidly, becoming bold, wild, and pleasantly wooded.
The aspect of the day improved, also, with the appearance of the country.
When I first started the morning was wretched and drizzly, but in less than an hour it cleared up wonderfully, and the sun began to flash out.
As I looked on the bright luminary I thought of Ab Gwilym"s ode to the sun and Glamorgan, and with breast heaving and with eyes full of tears, I began to repeat parts of it, or rather of a translation made in my happy boyish years:
"Each morn, benign of countenance, Upon Glamorgan"s pennon glance!
Each afternoon in beauty clear Above my own dear bounds appear!
Bright outline of a blessed clime, Again, though sunk, arise sublime- Upon my errand, swift repair, And unto green Glamorgan bear Good days and terms of courtesy From my dear country and from me!
Move round-but need I thee command?- Its chalk-white halls, which cheerful stand- Pleasant thy own pavilions too- Its fields and orchards fair to view.
"O, pleasant is thy task and high In radiant warmth to roam the sky, To keep from ill that kindly ground, Its meads and farms, where mead is found, A land whose commons live content, Where each man"s lot is excellent.
Where hosts to hail thee shall upstand, Where lads are bold and la.s.ses bland, A land I oft from hill that"s high Have gazed upon with raptur"d eye; Where maids are trained in virtue"s school, Where duteous wives spin dainty wool; A country with each gift supplied, Confronting Cornwall"s cliffs of pride."
Came to Llanguick, a hamlet situated near a tremendous gorge, the sides of which were covered with wood. Thence to the village of Tawy Bridge, at the bottom of a beautiful valley, through which runs the Tawy, which, after the Taf, is the most considerable river in Glamorganshire.
Continuing my course, I pa.s.sed by an enormous edifice which stood on my right hand. It had huge chimneys, which were casting forth smoke, and from within I heard the noise of a steam-engine and the roar of furnaces.
"What place is this?" said I to a boy.
"Gwaith haiarn, sir; ym perthyn i Mr. Pearson. Mr. Pearson"s iron works, sir."
I proceeded, and in about half-an-hour saw a man walking before me in the same direction in which I was. He was going very briskly, but I soon came up to him. He was a small, well-made fellow, with reddish hair and ruddy, determined countenance, somewhat tanned. He wore a straw hat, checkered shirt, open at the neck, canvas trowsers, and blue jacket. On his feet were shoes remarkably thin, but no stockings, and in his hand he held a stout stick, with which, just before I overtook him, he struck a round stone which lay on the ground, sending it flying at least fifty yards before him on the road, and following it in its flight with a wild and somewhat startling halloo.
"Good day, my friend," said I; "you seem to be able to use a stick."
"And sure I ought to be, your honour, seeing as how my father taught me, who was the best fighting man with a stick that the Shanavests ever had.
Many is the head of a Caravaut that he has broken with some such an Alpeen wattle as the one I am carrying with me here."
"A good thing," said I, "that there are no Old Waistcoats and Cravats at present, at least b.l.o.o.d.y factions bearing those names."
"Your honour thinks so! Faith! I am clane of a contrary opinion. I wish the ould Shanavests and Caravauts were fighting still; and I among them. Faith! there was some life in Ireland in their days."
"And plenty of death too," said I. "How fortunate it is that the Irish have the English among them, to prevent their cutting each other"s throats."
"The English prevent the Irish from cutting each other"s throats! Well!
if they do, it is only that they may have the pleasure of cutting them themselves. The b.l.o.o.d.y tyrants! too long has their foot been upon the neck of poor old Ireland."
"How do the English tyrannise over Ireland?"
"How do they tyrannise over her? Don"t they prevent her from having the free exercise of her Catholic religion, and make her help to support their own Protestant one?"
"Well, and don"t the Roman Catholics prevent the Protestants from having the free exercise of their religion, whenever they happen to be the most numerous, and don"t they make them help to support the Roman Catholic religion?"
"Of course they do, and quite right. Had I my will there shouldn"t be a place of Protestant worship left standing, or a Protestant churl allowed to go about with a head unbroken."
"Then why do you blame the Protestants for keeping the Romans a little under?"
"Why do I blame them? A purty question! Why, an"t they wrong, and an"t we right?"
"But they say that they are right and you wrong."